It was never that my old ways
Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me
They could get me whatever I wanted
But sooner or later, the rip tide comes
Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand
The sobs seemed unending
The force of it all nearly killed me
These poor souls, and who was I to parade
Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?
I started to want different things
Things I was so unfamiliar with
I almost gave up, gave in to the madness
Almost handed my soul to the devil
Because I thought he deserved it
And I deserved him
But then, I stood up
Sometimes with such vague conviction
That this time, from here on out
I would never let another difficulty
I would help
Those who need me
You see the gold seeping through the cracks
A mind of matter in a blender
Stronger than the disrupt
Curve balls a specialty
God like a YoYo almost grazing the floor to pop back up in the knick of time
Cut the string
A bounce is better
Let in the Royal Flush
My soul strained, chained down, drowned
By my passive, side-stepping ways
I don’t usually confront the issues swirling in my head
Making me dizzy, nauseous, beauty really is pain
As my heart trembles forward, brave for a heart
To eat the fiber of life as it’s been starved
Bumpy, jerky roller coaster
Finally. Throw out this extra weight
I’d love to be light enough to fly
A chip off the soul
All the old paint follows suit
As I brush you off
And it’s something
I’d rather not forget
Some new additions at home
And new beginnings
With hazel tintings
Pastries and postmen
Around the bend
To familiar nutcracker men
Traditions and songs
Don’t hold back
Making lives spin
Like the train on the track
To life, to growth
To new beginnings
Loyalty to the cause
Rather than to an entity, a perplex set of identities, separate from your individuality
You walk around like tainted royalty, a slave to the turmoil you seek
That rush, it’s temporary, leading you to detriment
Wish your vision was seen clearly, you’re so heavenly
Hopefully pride will fall to the wayside, making way for a huge tide
Revolution in a soul tied
Each person, placed on a huge never-ending continuum.
You are the same person as you were last week,
Along this series.
You will be the same person in 20 years,
Along this series.
But even as I say it, I doubt it.
We become different. We are constantly evolving.
Yet fundamentally, we exist the same.
And what are those fundamentals?
And isn’t it ironic that a lack of those very key facets
Is, in fact, an entire fundamental on it’s own?
Who am I to sit here wondering,
pondering the somber side of things?
When life has just begun, the spring’s here wandering, my time has come.
I’ll sing the song you left unsung.
Boundaries coming undone. They really weighed a ton.
My heart’s still in it for the fun.